So I was asked to do a post on the life or progress of the pink roses in the living room. And as you can see, it has developed quite a bit. There are three new blooms, and a fourth bulb on the right (out of frame) that may bloom as well.
But let’s start at the beginning. This is the earliest photograph I have of the roses. If you’re not familiar with our plant, they were a Valentine’s gift from my aunt to my mother last year. The delivery person apparently left it in the snow— a snowbank, perhaps; our neighbor to the north saw it, and brought it to our house with a note. Luckily it survived. Upon becoming part of the home, it’s been watered daily. Continue reading A rose is a rose→
So I managed to attend Saturday group. It seemed more welcoming this time around, and I responded to questions from across the room, though few. I know it doesn’t sound like much of an accomplishment to speak up, but it was better than not responding at all, which happened in a past month… probably last year.
God, so much time has passed so fast.
Time becomes a blur when you avoid the difficulties of the day. But I know time isn’t lost; the memories can become compartmentalized, harder to access when less involved or interconnected.
During break, virtually everyone left the room. Some walked outside; I did just that. It was an opportunity to get better, newer photos of the park area. Continue reading Ratfish→
Summer solstice is less than a week away, and my Friday was filled with rain. And I don’t mean crying when I say rain, even though I have plenty to cry about. I upgraded my mobile plan (more for less), and got back into programming, rewriting expansion sound in the console emulator… and my sleeping habits have turned to crap again. I didn’t quite feel like living yesterday morning. But enough about that.
Thanks to the magic of photography, you can virtually go back in time to when there were blue skies.
I needed to get away from the house. Being housebound does not a healthy mind make. The destination, I guess, didn’t matter considering I geared for the library but wound up at the beach, and didn’t mind. Twice in three days… I did mind that. It was a day of playing random music with the iPhone… and again wondering why the heck Bob Dylan made “Ring Them Bells”.
I noticed the purple flowers are (or were) in style— as seen outside some businesses and neighborhoods, on the way to the beach, and even in our own town. The above appear to be garden phlox… but I’m not sure.
Summer solstice is now only forty days away. But spring here still has a ways to go. The birds may be singing, and the seasonal clothes may be lighter, but the leaves and buds are still in their early stages.
Frost advisories, yay. 😐 The estimated overnight low is 42°F (and colder in some parts). Still okay during the day— so far, I’ve braved the (moderate) climate, sporting a jacket only when there’s rain.
The decline in sunlight and heat hasn’t stopped all growth. Some flowers have held together… or even bloom, possibly.
These two stood out; I thought they were white, but on second glance I noticed a purplish tint to them.
Last week of the season. More red leaves are showing up, and the temperatures are dropping with them, into the 40s F. At least where I live.
September 11 was not only the 15th anniversary for the worst day of terrorist attacks on U.S. soil, it was also a day of debris at home. Powerful winds and thunderstorms. Dark skies during the day, and, for some odd reason, the ground was dry in the afternoon.
Most of the greens are still mostly green. Maybe not quite verdant now, but in the green range.
And the digital lens on the smartphone camera is still too sensitive.
The flowers at USM Portland are still vibrant.
Yes, after months of virtual solitude, I finally got off the property. The main impetus: uploading large files because I don’t have inexpensive broadband at home. Unfortunately, no one seemed to appreciate what I uploaded… countless hours of fixing up music to sound much better, and… sigh, I guess I did it for me alone, then. (It was game level music, but still…)